Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.